Okay, here's a treat for everyone…two chapters in one night! Whoo hoo I was on a roll. Thanks to firebunee, my good buddy, for the inspiration for this chapter! This one's for you girly! Hope it meets your expectations!

I hope everyone is enjoying this one as much as I am writing it. It's my favorite story that I've written and I'm really proud of it. Enjoy and please review! It really makes my day to get a review once in a while.

Oh yeah, I guess I should mention that there's some language in this one.

Chapter 10 Torture Games

Adam Fuller pulled into the parking lot of Tom's apartment. He climbed the stairs and made his way up to the small apartment where Tom lived. He saw several uniformed officers making their way in and out of the apartment. Once inside, he found Doug standing in the living room looking for clues. Fuller let out a low whistle once he saw the condition of Tom's place. Doug heard the noise and turned around to find his captain standing at the kitchen entrance.

"Hey Captain." Doug said. "It looks like there was a bit of a struggle. I found some blood in the kitchen, near the phone. Tom must have been trying to call for help."

"Do we have any suspects?" Fuller asked. Doug hesitated and then shook his head. "What aren't you telling me Doug?"

"Well, Tom thought he saw his dad last night." Doug said, watching a look of disbelief cross Fuller's face.

"What? Doug, we all know that his dad has been dead for a while now." Fuller stated.

"I know Captain, but last night Tom came over to my apartment. He told me that his dad broke in here and he talked to him. I didn't get all the details, but Tom swore it was his father." Doug stated.

"Okay, Doug I want you to go downtown and see what you can dig up on Tom Hanson Sr. If you get any resistance, tell them to call me." Fuller said. "Something's going on and I want to know what it is."

"Yes sir, coach." Doug said as he grabbed his jacket and headed downtown. Hang on Tom, we'll find you. Just hang on.

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Tom Hanson Sr. stretched, the slight movement waking his wife who had been sleeping against his shoulder. "Sorry." He said. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"That's okay." Margaret said. She sat up and looked over at her son, who was sitting with his back against the wall and holding his head. "Hey Tommy, how are you feeling?"

"Honestly?" Tom asked. "Like my head was run over by a truck. But I'll live."

The Hanson's could hear a key in the lock turning and as they moved to the corner of their cell, the heavy steel door swung open.

Mark Thompson and three men walked through the door and into the room, closing the door behind them. Tom Hanson Sr. stood up to face the men.

"It's so good to see you again Tom." Mark said. "Are you enjoying your family reunion?"

"Why don't you let them go Thompson? They have nothing to do with this." Tom Sr. said. He noticed that his wife and son were now standing beside him. "I'll stay, but let them go."

"Tom, no. I won't let you do that." Margaret said, taking her husband's arm.

"Ah, how touching." Mark said. "Sorry, Tom, but I just can't do that." He rubbed a hand across his chin. He motioned to his men to take Margaret and Tommy. One of the men made their way over to Margaret and grabbed her roughly by the arm, pulling her to his side. Before she could react, a hand holding a rather large knife went to her throat.

"Let her go, you son of a bitch!" Tommy yelled, stepping towards the man that held his mom captive. Tom Sr. started to put a hand out to hold him back, but was too late as the large man from Tommy's apartment quickly sent a blow to Tom's head, sending him crashing to the floor. He struggled to get to his hands and knees, only to have the man grab him by the hair and yank him to his feet. The dull pain that was still present in the back of his head was now an agonizing throbbing that spread throughout his head. Tom cried out in pain as he was hauled to his feet and an arm snaked around his neck. Tom cringed as he felt the cold steel blade being pressed against his throat. He struggled to clear his vision and focus on his father before him. The blow to his head was threatening to send him into darkness, but he fought with all his might. He knew that he couldn't black out now. Something could happen to his father or even worse, his mom. His hand automatically went to the strong hold on his throat, but he failed in trying to relieve the pressure on his windpipe. The man holding on to him was not about to relieve any discomfort Tommy was going through. Tom watched as his dad took another step forward, only to have a gun shoved into his side.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Tom. Not unless you want to watch these guys slit your son's throat or have some fun with the wife." Mark said with a smile as he watched Tom Sr. stop in his tracks. "Actually, how about if I let you choose which one of them I'm going to torture?"

"There's no way in hell I'm going to choose which one that you can torture. Just leave them alone". Tom Sr. pleaded. "You've got me."

Mark shook his head. "Sorry, that's not how it works. Now, which one do I get to have some fun with? Come on Tom, it shouldn't be that hard to choose." He walked over to Tommy and pulled his head back by grabbing onto his hair. Tom let out a moan as the pain in his head was reignited. "How about your son?"

"Leave him alone!" Tom Sr. yelled. He watched as Mark walked over to Margaret and ran his finger along her cheek.

"You've got a beautiful wife here, Tom." Mark said as he leaned in and whispered something in her ear, causing Margaret to flinch. He ran his hand down her back and watched her struggle to get away from the unwanted touch.

"Get the fuck away from her you sick son of a bitch!" Tom Sr. yelled, running towards Mark and throwing a punch to his face. Mark's head snapped back and he put his hand up to his lip that was now dripping blood. Before Tom Sr. could get another hit in, the man holding the gun on him flung him to the corner of the cell.

"Stupid move Tom." Mark said, putting a handkerchief to his lip. "Okay, you've made your choice. The wife stays here with you; I get to have some fun with your son." He motioned for the goon holding Tom to take him out of the cell. Tom struggled, but the grip on his neck was too much for him to break loose from. He could do nothing as he was dragged out of the cell.

Margaret was pushed down near her husband and watched as the men dragged her only son out of the room. "NO! Please, don't take him! Please!" she pleaded. "TOMMY!" She was shaking as Tom Sr. slid over next to her and put his arm around her, pulling her close to him.

"Thompson, please leave him alone! Please!" Tom Sr. pleaded. His only answer however was the slamming of the door and the key turning in the lock. "Oh God, Tommy, I'm so sorry!" He put his head on Margaret's shoulder and let the tears fall from his face. "I'm so sorry."

Okay, I know another cliffy…sorry, but I could have just kept going with this one! I had to put a break in somewhere and it seemed like a good time to do just that. Don't worry, there's some good old fashioned butt kicking in the next chapter for…guess who! Who else? LOL!